John Williams
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" What do you think about this situation, old man? " Max asked as he looked towards Rudra for counsel. Rudra stood up calmly and looked at the map and superimposed that with the knowledge about the strength and numbers of the approaching army in his head as he could see the entire battle unfolding. If the scouting reports were true, the Bloodfall clan stood little chance in repelling them back on its own, not only were they outnumbered, but they were also outclassed. It was an absolutely…
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( Falken Twilight's POV ) The atmosphere was sombre in the twilight clan. The joy of victory that came from repelling the mercenary attack not even 72 hours ago was now replaced by gloom as the scouts from across the half-line brought back the news about the approaching armies. Upon receiving the King's letter the previous day, Falken had initially dismissed it as an overcautious warning. However, the reality of the situation was dawning upon him, and it was far more grave than he had…
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( The dark faction, The mercenary camp ) As dawn broke, an unusual spectacle unfolded in the heart of the Mercenary King's camp. A sight bizarre enough to send ripples of incredulity across the universe, if witnessed. Outside a modest war tent, five gods stood patiently waiting. In a universe where god's were objects of utmost respect and admiration it was an oddity that gods would be made to wait for any meeting even if it were with a monarch himself, yet the wait this time was for meeting only…
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The ritual had begun, and Asiva could feel her body responding to the ancient process. The air in the room thickened as she mixed her own blood with the finely ground Dragon's root. A sizzling sound filled the chamber, as the blood and Dragon's root reacted, releasing a dense, fragrant mist into the air. Breathing in deeply, Asiva felt the mist enter her lungs, spreading into her bloodstream. It was a unique sensation, almost as if she could feel the individual particles from the Dragon's root and…
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( Dark Faction - The mercenary kings camp ) In the grand war tent situated in the heart of the mercenaries' camp, a sombre air hung heavy. The usual bustle of activity was replaced by a tense silence, only punctuated by the crackle of the fire at the centre of the tent. War maps, meticulously marked, were strewn across the large oak table in the centre, but nobody paid them any heed. Their attention was riveted on a single scroll, the contents of which had just been read aloud. The scout's voice…
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Max was a little surprised that the system notification this time around was a mix of praise and insult instead of the usual unadulterated venom that the system spewed at him. As stood tall among the debris of what used to be a lush forest but was now a desolated battleground. The reality of what he'd accomplished had yet to sink in. He, a mortal, had just slain a god, if it were not confirmed by the system notification he was staring at, he might have thought it was a dream. A booming laugh…
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Matumba was collecting energy to unleash his big divine attack and all of Max's senses were screaming for him to run, however Max knew better than to attempt something so foolish. He could not outrun or hope to dodge a divine attack, what he could do- No- the only thing that he could do was stop Matumba before he uses his divine attack by using one of his own! ' Although the Agni-Astra will provide you with the ability to cast a divine attack as a mortal, in the end it will take a toll on…
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Max knew he could not let Matumba recover for too long, hence without a moment's hesitation, Max plucked a massive boulder, easily the size of a small house, placed it over his shoulder and threw himself off the cliff, diving down towards Matumba's fallen form. Max roared, driving the boulder straight towards Matumba with the ferocity of a comet. Matumba grunted in response, his muscles rippling as he swung his swords in an X-formation to block the incoming attack. The resulting collision…
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Falken Twilight stood tall on the mountaintop, his steel-grey eyes locked onto the four-armed, hulking figure of Matumba. With his silver mane waving in the wind, the leader of the Twilight Clan looked more like a god of war, his very presence radiating an aura of invincibility. The duel had begun. A quiet tension hung in the air as the two gods faced each other, each one measuring the other's strengths and weaknesses. Meanwhile, the battle raged on among the lower ranks as well, the high vantage…
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( War log day 15 ) Falken Twilight stood at the edge of his clan's camp, his dark eyes glancing down at the winding pathway that led up to their mountaintop stronghold. He was expecting this attack to come sooner or later, his scouts had noticed that the enemy was gathering pickaxes to climb the steep slopes of the mountain and increasing in numbers since they understood well as to what it would cost to take down the orb on-top of the mountain. An expression of deep disgust was etched onto his…
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